Worick's comment was met with a flat-eyed, unamused expression from his companion, followed by a stuck out tongue. Nic couldn't see the other man's fascination with troublesome women. Granted both of them had their interest in Alex for their own reasons, but past that, Nic thought a good man at your back (and in your bed, really) was always preferable to a girl that always needed saving. Or a girl that didn't, for that matter.

In fact, girls were just trouble. Forget it.

Rolling over everything Worick explained, Nic clucked his tongue and nodded, looking mollified. some part of him had bore a lot of tension, thinking about the people left back home in the turbulence between the gangs. With everything going on, it didn't leave a good taste in his mouth when he considered how endangered everyone was without he and Worick there. Knowing they could - potentially - go back to exactly when and where they came from was a bit of a relief. At least they wouldn't have to go home to absolute chaos and missing friends.

Fingers snapped loudly, drawing Worick's attention before Nic pointed down the path. Houses. People milling about. A village, evidently, with civilized people who might have answers, or at least directions. Or food. Or a shower.